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| | | Author: | popsicle  | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 18:42 | | Subject: | (Cancelled) | | Viewed: | 272 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| | | | | Author: | Saitobricks.ca | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 18:45 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 37 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, popsicle writes:
| | Merely making your words rhythmical or their meaning metaphorical, doesn’t necessarily
give more weight or deeper meaning to them. Not at all, imho.
For example:
"Do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at
close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their
end know dark is right..."
Dylan Thomas poetically postulating how end-of-life should be met. His take on
facing the inevitable is to meet it with dignity and ferocity “burn and rave”
rather than with resgnation. Don’t think Mr. Thomas was considering how someone
succumbing, not to old age” might meet their "dying of the light" or
understand that “dark is right” at their end. Though I do get the gist of his
poetic inference, and even concur with the sentiment somewhat.
Last night in bed awaiting sleep and respite of dreams to come, of a sudden I
decided to postpone both to recall the faces of those I’ve known and of which
I’ll know no more. Among the thoughts and feelings that incautious exercise
evoked; too many faces was the visceral takeaway before falling to slumber. Don’t
know why I wished to see each face, not really? Maybe not forget, to keep them
more firmly in my thoughts? Maybe it’s the idea that it should be me before some
others? I don’t know, I really don’t...
It is said that we die twice: once with our last breath and finally when we’ve
fallen from memory with our name being said aloud for the last time. Whatever
my reason for the “exercise” I was thankful for my ability to fall asleep almost
at will, regardless.
Been preoccupied with what my brother’s state-of-mind might have been at his
end. Foolish, I know. So I finally asked his son who was with him then “was he
afraid?” Only selfishly willing to hear that he was not, in part that
I might feel less remorseful for not being at his side. But mostly out of the
love and concern I felt again as a kid growing up as we did, as the protective
big brother. His son Jacob, close to his father, told me that he didn’t seem
afraid, he seemed to be at peace. His wife holds the same feeling about her beloved.
In looking past the morphine, was it “resignation” brother, or maybe you actually
knew “dark is right” in the end, which gave you peace? It's me hoping you’ll
argue (you being you)) that point, when meet again
Don’t read too much into this good people. Just my process. My self-therapy session
laying bare raw thoughts and vulnerabilities, if only briefly before I cancel.
-Cory
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 Too deep for me to understand 
Your self therapy session will live just a little longer
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| | | | | | | Author: | The_Boyz_Bricks | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 19:14 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 26 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, Saitobricks.ca writes:
| | Too deep for me to understand
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+1
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| | | | | Author: | 1001bricks | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 19:06 | | Subject: | (Cancelled) | | Viewed: | 39 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| | | | | | | Author: | Saitobricks.ca | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 19:11 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 28 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, 1001bricks writes:
| | In Off Topic, popsicle writes:
| | Been preoccupied with what my brother’s state-of-mind might have been at his
end. Foolish, I know. So I finally asked his son who was with him then “was he
afraid?”
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He just wet his pants - like everyone - at least metaphorically.
Don't think some have no fear.
They'll fear the same, but some won't say.
| | In looking past the morphine, was it “resignation” brother
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No one resign!
It's just: fighting what's eating you from inside leaves you zero chance,
at least nothing you can hope to control.
Some will "Bravely fight until the very last moment", some will maybe
"Too soon give up" - but in fact it's the same fight, or pseudo-fight,
one you can't win because you're "stronger". Except sometimes
one could get extremely lucky.
Whatever will happen I'll be proud of you, Popsicle, and will remember you.
That's all matters.
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| | | | | Author: | UTLF | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 19:21 | | Subject: | (Cancelled) | | Viewed: | 38 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| | | | | | | Author: | Saitobricks.ca | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 19:25 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 31 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, UTLF writes:
Tooooooooo faaaaarrrr!!
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| | | | | Author: | Fr0stByt3 | | Posted: | Feb 27, 2024 23:32 | | Subject: | (Cancelled) | | Viewed: | 35 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| | | | | Author: | popsicle | | Posted: | Feb 28, 2024 08:52 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 63 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, popsicle writes:
| | Don’t read too much into this good people. Just my process. My self-therapy session
laying bare raw thoughts and vulnerabilities, if only briefly before I cancel.
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Canceling the post now. Thanks for listening.
Have a wonderful day
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| | | | | Author: | Stuart9 | | Posted: | Feb 28, 2024 09:15 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 47 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| Not particularly a fan of Dylan Thomas but this one has stuck in my mind since
I was a teenager.
Whilst at school we were asked to examine a poem of choice and discuss at a latter
date, for some reason I chose this particular one, somewhat odd in youth I suppose.
Not sure why you should rage, we all have our own way of dealing with things,
I propose to do just the opposite and slip from this life quietly with my family
and friends, maybe alone if fate dictates.
Perhaps this stems from being a quiet and private individual all my life, not
a rebel and certainly as little like a sheep as possible, no interest in fame.
No interest in being hugely successful ( loser to some, liar to others ), something
they will never understand but I don’t pretend to understand them either.
I am and always will be me not what someone else expects.
Afraid of death, I don’t believe so but it’s a difficult idea to get your head
around, horrified though at the thought of not having a lot longer with my afore
mentioned family and friends.
Never been religious and don’t believe in any after life, wish I could. 
In Off Topic, popsicle writes:
| | Merely making your words rhythmical or their meaning metaphorical, doesn’t necessarily
give more weight or deeper meaning to them. Not at all, imho.
For example:
"Do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at
close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their
end know dark is right..."
Dylan Thomas poetically postulating how end-of-life should be met. His take on
facing the inevitable is to meet it with dignity and ferocity “burn and rave”
rather than with resgnation. Don’t think Mr. Thomas was considering how someone
succumbing, not to old age” might meet their "dying of the light" or
understand that “dark is right” at their end. Though I do get the gist of his
poetic inference, and even concur with the sentiment somewhat.
Last night in bed awaiting sleep and respite of dreams to come, of a sudden I
decided to postpone both to recall the faces of those I’ve known and of which
I’ll know no more. Among the thoughts and feelings that incautious exercise
evoked; too many faces was the visceral takeaway before falling to slumber. Don’t
know why I wished to see each face, not really? Maybe not forget, to keep them
more firmly in my thoughts? Maybe it’s the idea that it should be me before some
others? I don’t know, I really don’t...
It is said that we die twice: once with our last breath and finally when we’ve
fallen from memory with our name being said aloud for the last time. Whatever
my reason for the “exercise” I was thankful for my ability to fall asleep almost
at will, regardless.
Been preoccupied with what my brother’s state-of-mind might have been at his
end. Foolish, I know. So I finally asked his son who was with him then “was he
afraid?” Only selfishly willing to hear that he was not, in part that
I might feel less remorseful for not being at his side. But mostly out of the
love and concern I felt again as a kid growing up as we did, as the protective
big brother. His son Jacob, close to his father, told me that he didn’t seem
afraid, he seemed to be at peace. His wife holds the same feeling about her beloved.
In looking past the morphine, was it “resignation” brother, or maybe you actually
knew “dark is right” in the end, which gave you peace? It's me hoping you’ll
argue (you being you)) that point, when meet again
Don’t read too much into this good people. Just my process. My self-therapy session
laying bare raw thoughts and vulnerabilities, if only briefly before I cancel.
-Cory
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| | | | | | | Author: | popsicle | | Posted: | Feb 28, 2024 10:18 | | Subject: | Re: Poignantly poetic? Sure, but… | | Viewed: | 34 times | | Topic: | Off Topic | |
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| In Off Topic, Stuart9 writes:
| | Not particularly a fan of Dylan Thomas but this one has stuck in my mind since
I was a teenager.
Whilst at school we were asked to examine a poem of choice and discuss at a latter
date, for some reason I chose this particular one, somewhat odd in youth I suppose.
Not sure why you should rage, we all have our own way of dealing with things,
I propose to do just the opposite and slip from this life quietly with my family
and friends, maybe alone if fate dictates.
Perhaps this stems from being a quiet and private individual all my life, not
a rebel and certainly as little like a sheep as possible, no interest in fame.
No interest in being hugely successful ( loser to some, liar to others ), something
they will never understand but I don’t pretend to understand them either.
I am and always will be me not what someone else expects.
Afraid of death, I don’t believe so but it’s a difficult idea to get your head
around, horrified though at the thought of not having a lot longer with my afore
mentioned family and friends.
Never been religious and don’t believe in any after life, wish I could.
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Always enjoyable reads. Thanks
I appreciate reading your posts, they often help somehow.
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In Off Topic, popsicle writes:
| | Merely making your words rhythmical or their meaning metaphorical, doesn’t necessarily
give more weight or deeper meaning to them. Not at all, imho.
For example:
"Do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at
close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their
end know dark is right..."
Dylan Thomas poetically postulating how end-of-life should be met. His take on
facing the inevitable is to meet it with dignity and ferocity “burn and rave”
rather than with resgnation. Don’t think Mr. Thomas was considering how someone
succumbing, not to old age” might meet their "dying of the light" or
understand that “dark is right” at their end. Though I do get the gist of his
poetic inference, and even concur with the sentiment somewhat.
Last night in bed awaiting sleep and respite of dreams to come, of a sudden I
decided to postpone both to recall the faces of those I’ve known and of which
I’ll know no more. Among the thoughts and feelings that incautious exercise
evoked; too many faces was the visceral takeaway before falling to slumber. Don’t
know why I wished to see each face, not really? Maybe not forget, to keep them
more firmly in my thoughts? Maybe it’s the idea that it should be me before some
others? I don’t know, I really don’t...
It is said that we die twice: once with our last breath and finally when we’ve
fallen from memory with our name being said aloud for the last time. Whatever
my reason for the “exercise” I was thankful for my ability to fall asleep almost
at will, regardless.
Been preoccupied with what my brother’s state-of-mind might have been at his
end. Foolish, I know. So I finally asked his son who was with him then “was he
afraid?” Only selfishly willing to hear that he was not, in part that
I might feel less remorseful for not being at his side. But mostly out of the
love and concern I felt again as a kid growing up as we did, as the protective
big brother. His son Jacob, close to his father, told me that he didn’t seem
afraid, he seemed to be at peace. His wife holds the same feeling about her beloved.
In looking past the morphine, was it “resignation” brother, or maybe you actually
knew “dark is right” in the end, which gave you peace? It's me hoping you’ll
argue (you being you)) that point, when meet again
Don’t read too much into this good people. Just my process. My self-therapy session
laying bare raw thoughts and vulnerabilities, if only briefly before I cancel.
-Cory
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